She Wore White To The Hanging

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She wore white to the hanging
Fingers smudged from setting the patriarchy to burn
She wore a guilty smile
For they would never ever seem to learn

By her beauty, they were always distracted
But her brains they never could comprehend
Once the fire went viral
They wished they could call her a friend

They picked such an angelic foe
Yet kept her bound by tradition & canon & law
But you can never chain ideas down
Imprudence by the state was the final straw

Continual pandering as a cultural trait
Overwrought force; their idea as the solution
The spark still smoldering in her eyes
Never again the victim, she’s the whole damn revolution

*This is a reaction to rewatching the movie Cat Ballou with modern eyes.

How To Live My Life

 

Stop telling me
How to live my life
Your organic kale yoga
Won’t end this strife
I’m 3 dimensional
Not an internet meme panda
Your trendy solutions
Are merely hipster propaganda

*This is an older poem. It has nothing to do with the image, but clearly an excuse to display one of my favorite memes. Please don’t twist my words or meaning. We should all be trying to eradicate hatred in the world through love each and every day.